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Daughter? No.3//49.

Sorry I haven't posted in so long!

Info:A continuation of Daughter?. Since all the comments were to do a Part 3. So here ya go!-

<<<Lucy's P.O.V>>>

"L-Lucy I don't know how he'd react." Harley whispered, her worried gaze meeting mine as her fingers tugged at the length of her platinum hair.

A short snort emerged from my nostrils as my eyes narrowed. "You have to tell him. He needs to know." I crossed my arms over my chest, jutting my hip out as I glared at her.

The cold winds caused me to shiver under the street lamp, my eyes widening as a response failed her. I could feel my mouth go dry as I stared at her in disbelief. My fingers dug into my arms in anger, my long hair blowing irritably into my face.

"I-I can't do that." She stated in a low mumble, her baby blue orbs meeting mine as she desperately tried to change my mind.

I wasn't having any of it. I let out an aggravated huff, rolling my eyes to let them land on her pathetic stance. "Fine, I'll tell him myself." I retorted, roughly shouldering her as I scurried back to the club.

My stare was glued to the infamous club in the distance. My shoes squeaked across the ground every few feet. I felt thankful for the stamina I gained from the gymnastics lessons Harley made me attend when I was younger.

The club began to grow in size as I neared it, it's unlit neon sign staring hauntingly back. I halted outside, catching my breath before peering over my shoulder. She didn't even decide to give chase? There was no Harley in sight. I brushed the hair that was currently blocking my vision, behind my ears. I took confident strides forward, the light from the moon causing an eerie shadow to loom over the club.

I wrapped my clammy hands around my biceps, protecting myself from the harsh winds of Gotham as I neared the intimidating double doors of the Club. I took one long breath, before pressing my palms flatly against the door, causing it to open with a sinister creak.
I filed into the large open space of the Club, the wind immediately ceasing as I scanned the area.

The place was completely silent, bar the floorboards squeaking under my weight as I ventured towards the staircase. I was thankful for the light at the head of the stairs, for it cast a dingy glow onto the floor beneath me. I was able to manoeuvre myself around the obstacles of chairs and tables, finally reaching the foot of the stairs.

My shoe collided obnoxiously with the second step, causing a skin-crawling echo to bounce off the walls. I stumbled forward slightly, but quickly regained my balance as I practically leapt my way up the remaining steps. Feeling unsafe to be in such a dark, open space.

I wandered down the corridor on the second floor of the elegant joint. The walls were smothered with purple and green Ha Ha's, which I had failed to notice the first time. I travelled further, my stomach twisting into nervous knots as my eyes landed on the mocking door at the end of the corridor.

The master bedroom. Where all the 'magic' happens, as Harley tells me. I could hear it screaming at me to turn around, to run away and never come back. But I couldn't. He needed to know the truth, even if it killed me in the process.

I continued forward, my hands trailing the dried paint as my gaze flickered from the walls to the dark door. I couldn't help but feel slightly excited, but it was probably my crazy genes. My gaze hardened and fixed on the door, determination filling me and confidence replacing any worry that was coursing through my body. One of the lights above me began to flicker, of course at this fucking time, what a coincidence. I passed the room where I had found him, sobbing on the floor, probably high. I assumed he had moved to his bedroom by now.

I wrapped my digits around the cool metal of the door knob, slowly easing it open as a burning smell met my nostrils. It was a very strong drink, one that would probably keep someone up all night. I walked farther into the room, clicking the door closed on my heel as I looked around.

The ensuite bathroom light could be seen from behind the closed door, along with the constant muttering of a deep voice. I approached the door, making sure to stand on the balls of my feet as I could hear his voice get louder.

My hand pressed against the door and it slowly revealed a sight I did not want to see. The Joker was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, holding a syringe in one hand as the other pulled tightly on an elastic band. He was muttering incoherent words under his breath, lining up the needle to a large vein.

"S-Stop!" I quickly exclaimed, rushing over to him and snatching the syringe from his grip. He immediately stood up, snarling and bearing his teeth like a dog while I cowered at the door.

"Give it back." He held out his hand, glaring daggers in my direction as he took slow advances towards me. His other hand was balled, showing his whitening knuckles as he got closer to me.

"N-No, it's not good for you." I stuttered, eyes wide with fear as he was just a foot away from me.

In the blink of an eye his hands were out and he lunged at me. Just before he touched me I leapt out of the door and became invisible. He stumbled after me, growling in frustration as he frantically looked around the place.

"What happened to your daughter?" I asked from the corner of the room. I clutched onto the needle in my hand, holding it to my chest as he spun on his heel, marching over to where he heard my voice.

"What daughter?" He questioned trying to play dumb with me, but I could see through his lies. I quickly tiptoed to the opposite side of the room as he outstretched his hands, swiping the air relentlessly.

"Don't play dumb, otherwise this goes down the toilet." I muttered holding up the syringe, even though I knew he couldn't see my actions.

"Don't blackmail me kiddo, that's my job." He muttered, looking around determinedly.

I stood right in front of him now, searching his eyes, but all I could see was anger and desperation. "Your daughter Lucy, she's not dead."

He stood still, a blank expression forming on his face as his eyes widened slightly. He looked right at me, straight into my eyes as if he could see me. I swear I could almost see his eyes glaze over.

"You're lying." He mumbled defiantly, shaking his head as he stood in disbelief.

"I'm not, because she's standing right in front of you." I whispered, appearing visible again.

He stood frozen before me, dark gaze locked onto mine as his hands fell to his sides. I took slow steps forward, looking up at him towering over me as I smiled softly. I wrapped my hands around his waist, pulling him in for an embrace as he stood dumbfounded.

Eventually I could feel his arms snake themselves around my shoulders, holding me closer to his body as a new warmth formed in my chest. Crystal tears began to slide down my cheeks, as I squeezed him as if my life depended on it.

He lowered his head to my level, before he whispered in my ear. "I love you."
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